A Prologue
I stifle a gasp of pain as the tip of my shoulder is scorched. Act now! My mind screams at me, but I can't do it. "Not so tough now, huh?" Hisses a well-built male, his golden eyes shimmering with blood lust. He's going to kill you! My conscious says. There's no way to describe the pain in my shoulder, and it doesn't fade away like regular pain. He steps towards my cowering frame.
"You're a bender, sweetheart. You have a spark in your eyes," he says, soft but dangerous.
"I am a non-bender." My face turns away from him. His fist slams into my nose, pain shooting up to my head. My vision begins to grow hazy and I slump against the brick wall behind me. A metallic taste touches my mouth and I can feel liquid running down my nose. I want to wipe the blood away but I don't.
"Tell me what you are before I kill you!" Snaps the fire bender, slowly twisting my arm backwards. Kill him, Kira. Defend yourself! I think, but I can't do it. All these years I've spent hiding can't just go to waste like this. Not now, not here.
"I'm. A. Non. Bender." I say, determination glossing over the fear in my eyes as I look up at him. He twists my arm, using a move I can't recognize. I scream out in pain, an excruciating feeling taking over my arm and bursting through my shoulder. I'm no doctor, but I know that my shoulder's been misplaced. He slams a stick onto my head and I hopelessly fall to the ground. My blurred vision sees him scowling, blowing angry embers into my face before storming away. My mind is growing hazy as my eyes flutter closed, my finger twitching one last time before the world finally dissipated.